Who said “My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the…”?

“I don't think makeup is rocket science or a cure for cancer.”

“I wish I had the voice of Homer to sing of rectal carcinoma.”

“We ''need'' cancer because, by the very fact of its insurability, it makes all other diseases, however virulent, not cancer.”

“Cancer patients are lied to, not just because the disease is (or is thought to be) a death sentence, but because it is felt to be obscene -- in the original meaning of that word: ill-omened, abominable, repugnant to the senses.”

“Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.”

“I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.”

“Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil -- not the strength to choose between the two.”

“A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.”

“The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, near-sightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.”

“The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.”

“We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.”